Apparently the tactic I started for potty training is working...but not in the way that I hoped it would work! Cayman still refuses to sit on the potty. He hates it in fact. Screams when I force him to sit (which I rarely do.) However, my promise of an M&M when he does go potty seems to have penetrated his sharp mind.
Last night, Ian was bathing the kids. Apparently he used the bathroom to pass the time while the kiddos were playing in the tub (sorry honey!). I heard Cayman saying the same thing over and over. Ian couldn't make out what he was saying, so I went in there to help him out. Ian was finishing his business, and I figured out that Cayman was saying, "Daddy, you get an M&M! You get an M&M daddy?" because Ian had gone to the potty! I guess something's clicking in that brain of his....an M&M just isn't enticing enough to spend 10 seconds sitting down on something cold that spreads your cheeks apart! :)
Poor Charis. She inherited my great photo-taking capabilities. I close my eyes in about 85% of pictures. Apparently, she's worse than me!
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What a description! It's a wonder any of us ever got potty trained!
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